Song For The Broken

I am the comfortable secureThe definition of this western worldAnd I have perfected deceitEven I believe I'm above savingI'll never let You see

I am the brokenI am the bruisedI am the poor onesI have been used.

When I am breathing my last breath

"Come and save me" I will cry to You'Cause pride has not let me sayBring me to my knees,Why does it take so much pain for me to see?If strength is only fond when I am on my knees,Why is it so hard t o show that I am weak?